Semua Bab The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Bab 121 - Bab 125

By the time the door closed behind me, the silence felt louder than the city outside.Too quiet. Too empty.I leaned my forehead against the wood for a brief second, my pulse still sprinting, my skin humming as if his presence had seeped into the walls themselves. The taste of wine lingered on my tongue, sharp and warm, but it wasn’t the alcohol making my hands shake.It was the memory.The kiss—hard, unapologetic, his mouth claiming without permission, without hesitation—kept replaying in cruel, vivid detail. The way his hand had anchored me like gravity itself. The way he hadn’t rushed, hadn’t softened it, hadn’t tried to make it sweet.It had been deliberate.Controlled.And that somehow made it worse.I pushed away from the door and moved deeper into my unit, heels abandoned near the entryway, coat tossed onto the couch without care. The lights stayed off. The city glow through the windows was enough, painting everything in muted silver and shadow.I should have been relieved he l

Sleep did not come.It hovered just out of reach, the way Damien had—close enough to feel, distant enough to deny. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, the city lights slicing faint patterns across it, my body humming with a restless energy that refused to settle.Everywhere he had touched felt hypersensitive.My skin still remembered the weight of his hand, the deliberate way he had held me without taking more. The way my body had reacted so openly, so eagerly, like it had been waiting for permission I hadn’t realized I’d already given.That was what unsettled me most.Not the kiss.Not the touching.But the wanting.I rolled onto my side, pressing my thighs together in frustration, my breath shallow. The image replayed without mercy—his dark eyes, steady and knowing, the faint tightening of his jaw when my moan had slipped out. The way he had stopped not because he couldn’t continue, but because he chose not to.Control like that was a weapon.And he wielded it effortlessly.I d

The kitchen felt smaller now, the space between Addy and me charged in a way that made my skin tingle despite the lingering flush from earlier. She leaned against the counter casually, but there was nothing casual about the way she was studying me, like she could see every corner of my thoughts without asking permission.“I need to know,” she said finally, her voice low, careful. “Because whatever he did… or whatever you felt… I can tell it shook you.”I drained the rest of my water, hands shaking a little as I set the glass down. “It’s nothing,” I said again, though this time the words sounded hollow even to my own ears.Addy let out a soft, incredulous laugh, the kind that didn’t carry humor so much as exasperation. “Nothing?” she repeated, shaking her head. “Macy, you practically look like someone just handed you a live grenade and told you to play with it.”“I told you,” I muttered, dragging my hand down my face again. “I don’t… I don’t do this.”“No, you don’t,” she said quietly,